"Takbir!" Abi yelled from the garage at his victory of finding the French bread in the van trunk.
"Pretend to be dead!" I told S. Then I flopped on my tummy limply on my bed.
"Okay!" said S and then she flopped down on her side.
Abi came through the mudroom to our room holding the bread. I felt a pang of awkwardness and thought he was gonna do something to us, but eventually I heard the door close.
Me and S jumped up, laughing lunatically.
"Spread the LULZ - OMIGOD!!" S shrieked, flipping her hair up. I ROFLed and Abi just stood there smirking with the bread in his hand as if it was some weapon. I cackled like a witch.
"N, are you okay? Say ash-hadu...an laa...ilaaha...illallah," said Abi. Then he left.
Spread the LULZ - omigod!
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